Supernatural Imagines

The Son Of My Father's Friend Pt.1~Dean~

Your P.O.V

There was a knock on the front door and my father answered it.

"(Y/N) come here their are some people I'd like you to meet." He called me out of my room.

I got up off my bed and walked out into the living room. My father was standing there with two guys. One was really tall with long luscious hair, a strange puppy dog look in his eyes and a well built figure. The other was tall but shorter then the other, he had nicely kept hair, the look of determination in his eyes and wore an awesome leather jacket. They both looked to be in they're early to mid 20's.

"(Y/N) these are the Winchester boys; I use to work with they're father. Sam, Dean this is my daughter (Y/N)." My father said as I walked closer to them.

"Nice to meet you." Sam said shaking my hand while Dean eyed me up ad down.

It was silent for a moment and I looked both of the boys. Studying them from head to toe, till my father cleared his throat and spoke.

"Well (Y/N) I thought since the boys here had a case in town that you could tag along and help them out. If that's alright with you boys?"

They both looked at each other, then at me, and back at my dad.

"I don't see why not Sir. As long as she promises to keep herself out of as much danger as she can." Sam said smiling over to me.

The comment kind of irritated me, it made me feeling like a child.

"We're hunters there is no possible way to stay out of danger. It just comes with the job. But I'll try not to get killed." I said daringly then walked away. "I'll be back in ten." I said with my back to all of them.

I heard them talking from my room while I was changing. So I listened in on the conversion.

"You Sir have a cool daughter. How old is she?" Dean asked my father.

"Dean!" Sam shouted at him.

My father just laughed it off before answering the question.

"She'll be 18 next month. She's always wanted to be a hunter. Especially after she found out Victoria;My wife (Y/N)'s mother; was one."My father said and even though I couldn't see him I knew he was smiling like he always did when he compared mom and I.

I walk out of my room and back to the living room redressed in this http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=164716404

"Okay lets go." I said holstering my gun under my long baggy shit. "Bye dad." I said pecking him on the cheek.

I walked outside a head of the boys. I saw a Black 67' SS Chevy Impala parked in the drive way.

"You like?" Dean ask walking up behind me.

"Yeah it's cool." I said nonchalantly.

"Maybe I'll let you drive her sometime." Dean said winking at me as he walked pass me.

The three of us got into the Impala. When I realized I had no idea what kind of job we were working.

"Hey guys what this case about anyway? what are we hunting?" I asked them.

"A ghost or ghosts, down at the old Roosevelt Asylum. A cop went into fish out the teens who were looking around, then he went home and shot his wife and himself. We think a ghost might have been possessing him." Sam said looking back at me over his shoulder.

"So is that gun filled with rock salt or are you going to shot a ghost with bullets?" Dean questioned me as he drove.

"The bullets I use are special. They're made from pure iron and glazed with a mixture of salt and corn syrup. Trust me these things can take down a ghost." I said being super cocky.

Dean chuckled at it "You're cool (Y/N). Did you make the bullet yourself or what?" He asked me.

I slightly blushed at the complement. Thank god I was in the backseat so they couldn't see my face.

"Yeah. I've hand crafted most of my arsenal. I did it because my mother did it." I said proudly yet sadden at the thought of my beautiful and powerful mother.

It was silent for a long moment. Then Sam looked back at me "She was a great woman wasn't she?" he asked.

I smiled lightly thinking of all the times she would come home from a hunt and immediately come running to me. "Yeah she was the best." I said to Sam smiling.

"What happened to her?" Dean asked abruptly but with innocence in his voice.

He was asking to find out not to hurt me. I thought about that night before I answered his question.

"She went on a hunt like she always did. She was hunting a vamp. She thought it was alone, but it wasn't. It lead her into a trap. It was her against six of them. She managed to take down four of them before the got her. My dad and I didn't find out till she was found on the side of the rode by a officer. I was eight." I said with tears threatening to fall from my eyes.

Sam and Dean were quite for a moment. "I'm sorry." Dean said most likely apologizing for asking rather than for my loss.

"It's okay. It made me stronger and more determined to be a hunter. And one day I hope to find the vamps that killed her because I'm going to kill they're whole nest while they watch. Then I'm going to kill them." I said now filled with rage and determination.

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Author's Note: So that's it for Pt. 1. I hope you guys enjoyed it because I enjoyed writing it. I actually got really emotional writing about the mother's death. Also I'm thinking of maybe turning this imaging into a fanfiction. So please leave any comments you have and I will make sure to read them.

Also the reason I choose the name Victoria for the mother is because it means victory or triumphant.

Thanks for reading the next one will be up shortly. I love you <3!!! BYE!!!!!!